He took all the money, departed
to live with a younger woman
and left his wife with 9 children,
4 horses and a pony
in a small trailer,
with no food, no heat,
no money, no car, no
phone, in the middle of
nowhere.
She like the rain
becoming juice
a peach filling
like a pumpkin
with the dew nocturnally
swelling
each day gathered
more power
because of her
indominatable will
her infinite heart
and her unquenchable
spirit.
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